Boredom Poem by Tamika Robinson
Boredom
Boredom.
The time span of nothingness that even the smartest man in the world cannot overcome.
It makes you weary,
Makes you anxious,
Makes you do things.
Bad things.
Things that are sometimes irreversible.
Things that are so unbearably horrid that you would have to lock it away,
Deep within your mind,
Where you would never recall it again.
Boredom.
One of the things that brings out the most incredible wonders of the world.
The greatest works of art.
The greatest inventions.
Next to necessity,
Boredom is the inspiration of all things.
why should I be made fun of for looking up the precious things I do online? I am a healer. I heal people from their pain, Brian Smith. I've healed Cory, you, my entire family, friends... alot of people who've requested my services. I've been a hero to my entire family. My brother told me I was his hero, now he doesn't even talk to me. So why make fun of me for being bored? Look at all of the beautiful, productive things I look up. I research. I'm phenominal I have magnificant abilities within me. You are welcome to come over and visit me and elden
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4/27/2024 1:24:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
in a way i honestly agree that wonderful things happened because of boredom. i write because i don't like to be bored. thanks for sharing, md